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| Photo by Chuck Porter via Birdshare. |
Oh sweet robins
has your flock lost its way
on this cold winter day
snow blankets the earth
hungry seeking food to eat
to find a bug would be a feat
January air is crisp and cold
open your wings little ones, fly south
for there you can fill you mouth
open your wings little ones, fly south
for there you can fill you mouth
changing climate causes confusion
altered flight patterns, early arrival
late departures, a matter of survival
Oh sweet robins
I pray you find your way
return with songs on a warm spring day
linking with earthweal
author's note: I went for a walk this afternoon
and to my great surprise, I found myself surrounded
by a flock of robins. They are rarely seen around here
in the winter. So, I did a google search and occasionally
a nomadic flock can be seen when they are looking
for food. This poem was birthed on the spot as I
watched them in the trees and searching the ground.
